Normal Man James

James looked at himself and realised that he looked more muscular and fit. When he checked his trousers he noticed his 11 inch cock and relaxed.

When he started to urinate, he saw a woman with big breasts coming and he came over and started to urinate.

"That looks impressive. Are you free tonight?" She asked.

"I don't sleep with people I piss with." James said.

When James went to get another coffee he came across a barsita who was obviously a Femboy, her purple hair, clean and shiny face and colourful clothes seemed to leave no room for further words.

"Are you a Femboy?" James asked.

"No, I'm Kelly, cuntboy, but if you're free tonight we can hang out." The purple haired cuntboy said.

"Maybe, but coffee first." James got his coffee and sat down at his desk.

"Now I think 50 per cent of men are Femboys, 33 per cent of men are Cuntboys, leaving 17 per cent of normal men." James did the maths and realised that he was actually very lucky.

"33 per cent of women are Shemale, the rest are normal women. These are the proportions we have now. The distinction between men, women and other types should be more detailed." James thought about it and wrote a rule.

Old rule: The genders are divided into Men, Women, Femboy, Cuntboy, Shemale.

Old rule: Femboys, Cuntboys and Shemales have to dress like women, they cannot wear trousers, they always have to wear skirts or dresses. They wear make-up as good as a woman, they live like a woman.

When James looked around again, there was no one dressed as a man, they all looked like beautiful women.

James' phone rings.

"Class is starting, don't be late." Taking the phone from his friend Henry, James quickly headed towards the University.